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With fainting soul athirst for Grace,
I wandered in a desert place,
And at the crossing of the ways
I saw a sixfold Seraph blaze;
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by Alexander Pushkin
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 4.75
Votes: 4 |
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I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul
The former love has never gone away,
But let it not recall to you my dole;
I wish not sadden you in any way.
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by Alexander Pushkin
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 4.15
Votes: 13 |
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